A group of people stood in front of the desk, holding a pen and writing.

It's like a small calligraphy competition, and it's a lottery. And the prizes personally distributed by Mr. Jin are probably much more precious than the prizes of any calligraphy competition in China, right?

The guests were attentive to the appreciation.

Looking forward to the advent of excellent calligraphy works, it will become Mr. Jin's favorite birthday gift today.

And Huang Xiaolong has naturally become a major attraction.

After all, Huang Xiaolong just said that he was too awesome, and no one could write anything like him... It's really arrogant to the point of annoying people.

Many people gloated and hoped to see Huang Xiaolong come out of trouble.

"Anyway... Master Xiaolong is really good at calligraphy?" Sun Hu looked at Huang Xiaolong with a little trepidation.

"Little Dragon can do anything. Don't worry. Sun Wei was full of confidence in Huang Xiaolong.

Ying Aoshan's beautiful eyes flashed with a glazed luster, and he said in a low voice. "Huang Gongzi can be called a pedantic man in terms of music and rhythm, there is no match in the world, if he can overwhelm the crowd with calligraphy skills, he is really an elegant person~~"

After seeing Huang Xiaolong's song "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix", Ying Aoshan was naturally looking forward to Huang Xiaolong's performance at the moment.

Old Man Jin also twisted his beard and smiled, his attention completely focused on Huang Xiaolong.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and looked left and right with a smile, only to see that the others were either calmly and leisurely sketching and writing, or shaking their heads as if they were savoring while writing, or concentrating to the extreme...

"Cut~~~ It's just a word, why be so serious?" Huang Xiaolong smiled disdainfully, and then—

Brush brush brush brush ~~~

Huang Xiaolong quickly wrote on the rice paper in front of him.

Three minutes.

Three minutes later, Huang Xiaolong put the brush down and smiled. "Okay, I'm done. ”

After speaking, Huang Xiaolong returned to his seat, crossed Erlang's legs, and was very good.

This time, the people in the garden are frying!

"That's it? It's only been a few minutes? What is it? Is it a ghost?"

"What does this mean? I have also studied calligraphy for half a year, and it takes more than half an hour to complete a work, even if it is like a god, it will take more than half an hour, right?"

"yes, I've seen the time, and he wrote it in three minutes... Oh my God, a good calligraphy work doesn't take more than three minutes to brew emotions, right?"

"This guy is also known as a calligraphy and painting master... Come on, bragging!"

"This is perfunctory old man Kim. ”

"Old man Jin is 100 years old today, and he is an old man who loves words and is obsessed, this kid is perfunctory in calligraphy, I'm afraid, it will make Old Man Jin angry, right?"

……

Indeed, Old Man Jin is a little angry now!

Originally, he still had some expectations for Huang Xiaolong's calligraphy. However, Huang Xiaolong came up and finished writing in three minutes... Mr. Jin is a calligrapher, and he knows this well, write a fart in three minutes!

"Hehe~~ Interesting... Young man, you're still playful..."Old Man Jin glanced at Huang Xiaolong indifferently, and he didn't get up to look at Huang Xiaolong's works, but to the other people who were concentrating on writing. "You write well, write slowly, don't be in a hurry, and don't be disturbed by some nonsense people. ”

This is a satire of Huang Xiaolong!

"Xiaolong, did you finish writing so quickly?" Sun Wei was also curious.

"Well, it's done. Huang Xiaolong grinned. "I'm definitely going to be number one. Writing, how can these people write me?"

"But Xiaolong, you're too fast, aren't you? It's over..."Sun Wei was a little skeptical.

"Sister White Tiger, you can't say that... Three or five minutes?hehehehe, come to my room at night, I want you to not be able to get out of bed!" Huang Xiaolong smiled strangely.

"It's not serious!" Sun Wei took a sip.

The rest of the Sun family's hearts were as if they had bitten their bitter gall, and their hearts said, Master Xiaolong, you are too good at playing, and you actually played on the head of Old Man Jin!

That Yun Bo smiled dumbly. "Miss, Huang Gongzi probably can't write. Calligraphy is to cultivate sentiment, to be quiet, to be slow, to be slow, to be light, but Huang Gongzi was obviously coping with things just now. The mood seems to be a little impetuous. In a few minutes, it is difficult to write a good word. ”

"Is he really just bragging?" Ying Aoshan frowned.

After about half an hour, the people standing in front of the desk put the pen in their hands one after another, and all of them completed the work.

"Please appreciate it, old man!" said everyone in unison.

"Hahahaha~~ Okay, okay! Now, the old man will be a judge and taste your calligraphy attainments!Hahaha!" Old Man Jin stood up with great interest, walked to the first desk on the left, and picked up the rice paper on the table.

He shook his head. "Oh... This is Yan Zhenqing's 'General Pei's poem', well written, well written! The font is sometimes agitated, sometimes static, and the force penetrates the back of the paper, good words!"

"Grandpa, you're wrong. The person who wrote this picture is a grandson of Old Man Jin, and now when he hears the old man's appreciation, his face is also smiling.

Mr. Jin showed this painting to the guests in the garden, and everyone walked up a few steps to appreciate it carefully, and soon the crowd erupted in cheers.

Only the old god Huang Xiaolong was muttering. "What the hell is this?

In this way, Mr. Jin appreciated the calligraphy works one by one, and each time he admired a piece, he would give pertinent comments, and then show the words to the public, so that everyone could enjoy them for a few minutes.

It can be said that the atmosphere of this character is still very pleasant, faintly, revealing a kind of scholarly atmosphere.

In the end, Mr. Jin took all the works on the desk, and read them. Except for Huang Xiaolong's words.

Old Man Jin actually ignored the words written by Huang Xiaolong!

"Okay! The handwriting of the younger generations is good! However, since it has been said that there is a division between winners and losers, then the old man has to pick out the best one from so many excellent works and award prizes..."

Looking at his expression, he was already the first in the final election!

"Now old man, I announce—" Old Man Jin said solemnly.

That's when —

"Wait~~~" Huang Xiaolong stood up and said slowly. "You haven't read what I've written. ”

Huang Xiaolong's words focused the attention of everyone in the audience on him.

"Young man, just kidding, you have to know how to stop in moderation..."Old Man Jin looked at Huang Xiaolong coldly, "The old man has been immersed in the ** method all his life, and he has never seen anyone who can write any good words in three minutes." Calligraphy is a broad and profound art, self-cultivation... Boy, your heart is too impatient... You don't have to read your words. ”

"Huang Xiaolong, what kind of occasion is this? You have the right to speak, something embarrassing!" Chen Zihuan took the opportunity to say neither yin nor yang.

"Old man Jin, you better take a look, otherwise, you will regret it. Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

"Old man, it won't take a few minutes to read one more word, so you might as well take a look. At this time, Ying Aoshan laughed.

"This ......" Old Man Jin was suffocated, although he was now extremely disgusted with Huang Xiaolong, a young man, but he couldn't help but give Ying Aoshan's face.

"Oh well. Old Man Jin nodded, and then said to a servant beside him. "Go ahead, take the young man's words, and I'll take a look. ”

……

(End of chapter)